Concordance
They were Weslyan
she was Church
after his father died (less dour) she let him run wild forawhile
His father had
climbed up the mine shaft and
turning for home
there was a motorcycle spoiled at the foot of a wind
that was only ever darkness there was punishment of several sorts
it was a furniture van
sticks of a home burst on the road
this verse refers to
that verse when we met in
Keswick
they played violins
by ear and called them fiddles Irish Manx is different to Cumbrian Scots
he minded about things so destroyed photographs
in the front of Arabian Nights there had been a coloured pencil drawing of her
soft hair
everything he did was complex and tender and wrong like petals
trying to carry rain
there had been a child before him
who had lived a day
and she she too had
hurried her dreams through
every tilt of grieving
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